GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

Your search history searches for you.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

The final frequency awakens.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.